My cat was born at the barn. Her Momma rejected her after her eyes opened. My wife bottle fed her and she almost didn't make it. My wife returned her to the barn when she got big enough. My wife and I separated and every time I went to feed and water the chickens she would crawl up in my lap. I had to bring her home here at the apartment. She went from flea infested, skin and bones to one of the coolest cats I've ever known. She's my buddy...
:) You are awesome.